All bark, no bite. Don't tell him I said that.
Well, Jay refuses to fill out his card, so I'm doing it for him. Alice here! I've been on this crazy adventure with him for a while, but I don't know him all that well. I'll just tell you what I know.
First of all, he's got a little bit of a saving people thing. Not that you could tell by looking at him, what with his moping around and black clothes. He couldn't hurt a fly, he's so compassionate. He's also really- OW. He just hit me! Piss off, Jay, I'm writing whatever I want! As I was saying, he's really understanding. While I might as well have the emotional range of a teaspoon, he seems to always know whats bothering someone. Bloody psychic. So that's his emotional side he doesn't want anyone to know about.
Secondly, he is remarkably honest. He's terrible at lying, unless he's comforting someone (Which I don't understand in the least). His every emotion is on his face, like an open book. It's quite pitiful. He'd be a terrible politician. Sometimes, if he's not paying attention or he thinks that it won't matter much, he can be terribly blunt as well.
This kind of goes hand in hand with his saving people thing, but he's also really brave. After all, he took on like eight guys for me when I was attacked. Bravery bordering on stupidity, I would say. If he thought it would help someone else, this idiot would put himself in some serious danger without thinking through for a good plan. Moron. Though I suppose it is better than being a total coward, or we wouldn't even be on this crazy adventure.
To understand this little piece of his personality, I might need to compare it to someone else. Let's take... The Doctor! From that television show that's popular these days, Doctor Who. The Doctor is usually a pretty cool guy, but when he's mad at someone, he can be downright snide. Same thing. When Jay gets mad, he gets that narrowed eye look on his face, and his words start to sting. He would call the Doctor a meddling old fool, Harry Potter a self- important moron with obsessive compulsive disorder, Percy Jackson an idiot child who doesn't know what he's doing half the time, and Katniss Everdeen an emotionless drone that doesn't think her actions through or think beyond the moment. And then some. He can be a right bitch when you piss him off. And he can hold grudges. Trust me, I know. Firsthand experience here. Don't piss him off.
Admittedly, neither of us knew anything before The event, but we were trained afterwards. I've made a breakdown of all the forms of combat we know exists within The University. The begin with, we have mortal combat, and magic afterwards. Jay is pretty fast, and has quick reflexes, but he's terrible at focusing. Like, he can't aim for shit. These are his stats. 1- 10, 10= Master, 1= Novice.
Hand to Hand- 9
Sword fighting- 7
Shield wielding- 6
Close range weaponry- 5
Long Range weaponry- 2
Heavy tools- 2
Light tools- 6-8
Speed- 9
Stealth- 5
Power- 4
Magical works completely differently than mortal combat. In mortal combat, you can learn anything if you try really hard, and study and all that good stuff. Well, Magic is pretty moody and picky. Yeah, it's a sentient mass. Your magic will decide what forms and paths of magic you have an affinity with, and you learn will learn those. For example, if your magic decides you will not learn defensive magic and all your shields will fail, you could try another for of magic to achieve the same goal, like if you had an affinity with Natural Magic, you could deflect or change the magic before the spell reached you. You're still on the defensive, and you're probably much more likely to survive because you used your affinity, instead of forcing your magic to do something it doesn't want to. I'm highlighting the things Jay has an affinity with in the first place, and the rating how good he is at using his affinity.
Conjuration
Transfiguration- 9
Offense- 8
Defense
Natural Magic- 7
Elemental
-Energy- 8
-Gases- 6
-Stone
-Water
Alchemy
Potions
Ritual
Psychological
Jay is glowering at me, so I'll keep his history short. He doesn't like to talk about his past much. I'll stick to what I know.
He grew up without a mom, like me. His dad and two brothers were in a gang. He tried staying away from... all that, but you know what they say. Once you're in, you can't ever leave. They were looking for someone to mug some night in Eastwood Park. They found me, of course, because I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Did I mention I won the Lottery last week? No? Okay, moving on. The started leering at me, and roughing me around a bit, after mugging me and taking my phone. Jay, our resident Chivalrous Moron, jumps in and stands up to the whole group, including his dad and two brothers. There was like, eight of them. He tried fighting them at first, but eventually came to his senses and ran away with his hand clasped in mine. We sprinted across the park, down a couple of streets, but a car nearly ran us over and made us change direction.
We ended in an alleyway with only one way out, that was quickly blocked off by the group of thugs that had been chasing us. I remember it like it was yesterday. The smell was disgusting, like cat piss and old man sweat thrown in with some mold and mildew for good measure. The night was already dark enough with no light in the alley, and being in the middle of the city, we couldn't exactly see any stars for light. Have you ever been in the middle of the city at night? The sky is freaking orange. It's pretty weird, the mist reflecting the orange streetlights. The group of thugs, approaching from the entry of the alley was dimly backlit by the misty orange light of the city night, approaching slowly, laughing like demented clowns. I haven't been so scared in my life. There was no way out, and I was sure I'd be raped, beat, murdered, and abandoned in a ditch somewhere. I was wrong, thankfully, about one thing. They skipped rape, and went straight to try and beat me to death. I was faintly aware of Jay being scolded for interfering somewhere behind me. A punch to the face brought me to the molded, wet floor. Then the kicking began, in the ribs, the face, the groin, anywhere they thought it might hurt. I felt a sickening crack multiple times and started coughing dark liquid to add to the disgusting mixture underneath my face. Suddenly, it all stopped. I was still in pain, coughing and gasping like a motherfucker, but there were no new kicks. My vision was fading and blurry, probably because my glasses had broken sometime in the middle of my impending death. I was bleeding heavily from my side. Someone had probably gotten tired of kicking and brought out a knife.
I focused enough to watch Jay shoving people away from me. In the thin alleyway, one shove kicked half of them on their asses, like a set of dominos. The other four starting beating him instead of me, probably because I already looked dead. Everything else was blurry and out of focus, but I could clearly see Jay, suffering to save me. His face was gaining new bruises, already purpling, grey eyes glazed over with pain. Some guy brought out a knife, probably the same one that had stabbed me, and shoved it deep in the middle of his stomach. Jay's eyes closed completely. I stopped breathing. At that moment, I didn't care about the broken ribs, the stab wound in my side, and the glass permeating the side of my face. All I wanted at that moment, in the whole world, was to save Jay from death. With all my wounds, I managed to get to my feet, and fall, bringing down the guy stabbing him, and the world stopped turning.
They say when you die, the world goes in slow motion. Well, I can tell you, it really does. Once, my harness snapped during rock climbing, and I remember the fall lasting whole minutes. I was completely peaceful, partially aware of my impending death, but totally okay with the prospect. I curled slightly, as if I was going to sleep, and felt complete and utter contentedness. Until I hit the ground and broke my arm. I saw a video of my fall from the security cameras, and that fall lasted all of two seconds. I did, however, watch myself curl up, but I had to watch in slow motion. At that moment, when I tried to help Jay, everything went in slow motion again. My heartbeat was ragged and quick in my ears, pounding away. I turned to look at Jay, and when our eyes connected, The Event began.
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